.
late
spring
brings
summer’s
hot
parched
days —
wishing
for
a
last
sprinkle
of
rain
.
.
late
spring
brings
summer’s
hot
parched
days —
wishing
for
a
last
sprinkle
of
rain
.
.
still three weeks away
summer heat stomping in
103 degrees
.
.
midnight
the
howling
wind
stars
sparkle
around
the
golden
moon
.
.
tangerine skies
nature’s melodies —
dancing forever
with you
.
.
cotton candy clouds
magical lavenders and pinks
cover the sky
.
.
the ocean’s depth
wave after wave after wave —
our love
deeper
than the sea
.
.
spring night
bright red fireflies shimmer
under the moon
.
.
end of day
blood red sun
sinking
into
the
horizon
.
.
spring morning
after the rain
wildflowers!
.
.
songbird melodies
with wind under their wings
their voices fill the air
.
.
sunrise
springtime magic
the scent of blooming flowers
fills the air
.
.
all the shining stars!
our love alive forever
twinkling in the night
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVE!
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
.
.
chaos and rhythm
new orleans jazz
hand in hand
our love dancing free
.
.
morning rituals
as fresh ground coffee brews
blogging new haiku
.
.
midnight
whispers dance in the wind
reaching to touch you
under the moon
.
.
late nights
dreaming of you —
fireflies dance
under the moon
.
under the moon
.
dreaming dusk
across the horizon
haunting calls —
geese
flying in low
.
spring evening
golden bumblebees
the taste
of the setting sun
.
.
multi-magic —
my blood
my bones
all the vitamins
search for a home
.
.
house fan!
ready for summer heat
air swirls
round
and round
and
round
.
.
midnight
along the ocean’s edge
moonlight skips
from wave to wave to wave
.
.
the love in your eyes
so alive every night
sparkling
in the stars
.
.
night filled with treasures
golden stars twinkle
against a velvet sky
.
.
rock-hard vitamins
so hard to swallow — soften up
in almond milk
.
.
the njght gone silent
his eyes
prowling
like
a
cat
.
.
the setting sun
melting into shades of
lilac, purple, midnight blue
.
.
hot spring days —
in the distance
snow capped mountains
the Sierra Foothills
.
.
breezy spring day
wind chime melodies
kites dip and sway
.
.
grey clouds
chill winds —
tiny drops of rain
splattering
the
ground
.
.
gifted clothes
assissted living home —
everything’s sort of my size
.
.
Hooray! Hooray! the first of May!
a time to mourn, a time to play
my husband was born on the 20th day
and for 80-plus years never lost his way —
he shines on us now, a golden sun ray
.
.
oh my love
I’m so sorry — I lost my way
but I know you’ve been here with me
every second of every day
I’m back again on the 1st of May
with new haiku I hope is a-ok!
.
.
I’m so sorry mom, I lost my way.
But I know you’ve watched me
— and waited — every day.
But I’m back again on the 1st of May
with new haiku I hope is ok!
.